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CHAPTER NINE
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"GO! GO! GO! GO!" That's all I hear as I chug beer from the side of a random can. The liquid tastes like poisoned water that a dirty person bathed in, but I drink it anyway. I'm so drunk I'm stumbling back, and the alcohol is starting to taste like water—but at least I'm not sober.
A second later, I smack the can down, beer dripping down my chin. I want to yell to congratulate myself, but everything is so distorted I can't even concentrate on one thing. The crowd around me is cheering, and I feel harsh pats on my back.
Someone yells for me to go again, but I gain my balance and stumble away before the huddle gets worse. It's like I'm watching everything in slow motion.
For a minute, I forget where I am.
But I'm in a house. A very big one. I'm not sure where or what city, but it's nice—like the mansions in those high school movies. I wish I lived in a mansion. But don't we all?
The whole house is full of hot high school bodies, all dancing against one another. If they're not dancing, they're drinking, making out, or having sex. I made sure to steer clear of anyone's body or lips on mine. I don't want to wake up regretting something.
I need to pee.
From across the room, I stare at the stairs, hating how far they are. They're not eighty miles away, but when you're as drunk as I am, they might as well be. I stand there, contemplating if I really need to pee while my legs get weaker beneath me.
My knees buckle, and I almost fall—but I grab onto someone and steady myself. "exCUSEEEE me PLEASEEEEEE," I say to the people surrounding me, but it comes out as a whisper only I can hear.
When I finally make it to the staircase, it somehow feels longer than it did from across the room. Fuck. I go to take my first step and nearly break my body—I miss the step and almost fall, but a strong arm wraps around me.
"Take it slow, sweetheart." A male voice rings in my ear, but honestly, it comes out like gibberish. I don't process it.
"Come on, let me help you up."
I lift my head and look at him. A gummy smile spreads across my face as I take in his features. He's hot.
"You're hot," I say as I try my best to keep my balance on our way up the stairs. He only laughs and continues helping me.
We're not even halfway up the staircase when "Love Sosa" by Chief Keef starts playing.
"Are you kidding me? They wanna get the party started when I leave? FUCK THEM!" I yell, hearing people scream the lyrics. He laughs again as we take the last few steps up toward the bathroom.
I sigh, my head pounding with every step we take. It feels like thirty minutes pass before we're finally at the top. I still can't stand straight or walk on my own. His hand stays around my waist.
